In Temple Gardens
By Christmas Humphrys
The War Illustrated, Volume 3, No. 65, Page 588, November 29, 1940.
One window left, for shuttered gloom
Lies fast on many a folded eye.
Yet still within my shadowed room
The trees, the flowers, the open sky
Lay healing hands upon a mind
Of quietude by war bereft,
Wherefore I toil content who find
One window left.
- The Times
You should be proud, the humdrum and the weak,
Not versed in war nor schooled to high performance,
Who bear no shield but your own mute endurance,
Carry no sword but keen-edged Cockney laughter.
He is so young and joyous, yet he bears
The fate of nations on his shoulders now.
His roaring Spitfire thunders up the sky;
To him the drone of engines seems a song.
He rides the cloud-pavilioned